Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.